Off Limits ( READ THE NEW VERSION OUT!!! )

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 |04|

"The most pleasurable ways."

My body shivered at the tone of voice he used. It was the same harsh, firm tone I had imagined he only used in the erotic dreams I had about him, about us.

But I knew that voice, I knew it very well in fact.

Each time I heard it I found myself turned on and dripping with arousal. It was the voice he only used towards his employees and business partners.

Harsh, yet firm and steady.

"And how do you do that?" I said softly, feeling my body affected by his words and glanced down at the spilled liquid from the glass dripping in my hand.

My upper chest was soaked in alcohol. When I had jumped up from my chair the liquid spilled and landed directly on my chest and outlined the shape of the lush white bra his eyes were directed on.

"How what?" He tilted his head to the side and moved his eyes from my chest to my eyes and raised his eyebrow in question.

I reached for the bag resting against the counter near the bottles of alcohol and pulled out a fresh clean blue teal towel that had weird shapes on it.

I rolled the towel up and tried to clean up most of the spilled liquid. I dabbed the towel against my chest and wiped my hands with it before placing the damp towel on the counter.

I reached into the black duffel bag and pulled out a plain clean white t-shirt.

"How do you make women experience pleasure in the most pleasurable ways?"

He smirked and leaned back into his chair with his eyes on mine. "Now, why is that something you want to know?"

My body stiffened at his words. I coughed and shrugged my shoulders.

"Just asking. I mean you're the one who brought the whole thing up." I pointed out, trying to turn the tables on him to show I wasn't interested in knowing.

But the light gleam in my eyes said I was anything but uninterested. In fact, I was a willing participant in case he wanted to give a demonstration.

Most men were all talk when it came to giving pleasure to women. They had made it all about getting themselves off and hoping women got off by them getting off.

There was never foreplay. It was always stiff, unpleasant rough sex.

I should know, I had experienced it for the past three years. I wanted something different and Zade seemed the right route to go about.

Not only was he older, but he seemed to be more experienced and practiced what he had preached from the tone of his voice.

And I was intrigued to learn what kind of lover Zade was.

He nodded his head, but from the small smirk forming in the corner of his lips he knew I was lying.

"It's all about the ticks."

Ticks? What the hell was he talking about? I didn't question him, instead I nodded my head and waited for him to continue.

He continued and I raised my hand up to stop him from talking. "I'm sorry but you lost me after ticks. Care to elaborate?"

He chuckled and played with the rim of the glass in his hand.

"Touches." He explains. "Not everyone is the same, each person and body is different. Each person reacts differently."

"Okay." I nodded, finally catching on to his words. "How would you know? What parts to touch?"

He shrugs, "By which part of the body reacts to certain touches on certain areas."

My cheeks flamed and I swallowed. I don't know why that sounded so hot. Maybe, because it was Zade saying it. And how he said it with so much confidence in his tone.

Or maybe it was the way his eyes darken and ran up and down my body.

As if he knew what parts of my body liked to be touched. Or which parts reacted to the smallest faint brush of another person's hand.

Feeling a bit bold I placed the clean shirt on top of the counter and decided not to change the top.

I had his full attention directed on me. And frankly, after the rough night I had it felt good to have someone's attention directed on me and only me.

I pulled the wet tank top off of my head and placed it next to the clean one. I turned my head after hearing him take a deep breath.

"Can you show me?" I asked with a shaky breath. "What parts of my body likes to be touched?" I moved my hair to the side, in hope he would brush those rough fingertips against my neck.